Personal Essay: 100-State Championship Baseball Game Against Albert Lea

As Billy promised he lobbed the ball straight down the middle and Tim clobbered the ball. Luckily the ball was caught by the farm teams k-9 center skinner. That was game the Farm team had won. The Kenwoods furiously drove off first thing after the game was

The third base coach was furious he was in the umpire’s face saying that he just wanted the game to end so he call the kid out. The play itself wasn’t the really cool part, it was that our team had pulled together and beat the team that had knocked us out of the tournament before in extra innings on a lucky hit. None of us knew it yet, but this was going to be a great year. We were almost like

It was an early Saturday morning in October, when the Panther girls softball team were playing for a third straight win. The two games before that flew by easily, we won both and were playing to be seeded first in the tournaments the next day. The crowd was full of excitement, parents yelling, and the coach yelling at the umpires, because of bad calls. We were nervous because it was a really good team that had 3 of the best players in the state. We had played them in two previous tournaments, and lost on the second day, so this time we were determined to beat them.

Here we were the last tournament of the year. We were in the championship. Towards the end of the game I was on third base, we were down one run then the worst hitter on the team came up, Owen. Of course he hit it right to the first baseman. Unfortunately we got second.

Just then the coach blew the whistle signaling practice was starting so Jack told Joe “He can show him around sometime” and they both left to go take the field. Jack had noticed Joe was doing really good at practice but Jack did good himself. Jack usually played shortstop but today Jack and Joe alternated at shortstop. Jack really wanted to play shortstop and lead his team to the world series but Joe wanted to the same thing.

Carter said to me on the way back into the dugout, “I’m as nervous as a fireman on his first call.” I said, “Don’t be. We are going to win, then advance, and the win state.” The game finally started. We were the home team, so we started in the field first.

Seventh game, bottom of the 10th and the Chicago Cubs were up 8-7 against the Cleveland Indians with 2 outs. One out, one pitch, one play and it could happen, for the first time in 108 years we could win. One home run and we would lose it all. My dad and I nervously glance at the bases, one hitter, and one player on first. Mike Montgomery throws the pitch.

The score was 2 to 1. The Rockies were winnig by a two-run home run in the 3rd inning and the Dodgers were up because a solo home run by Justin Turner in the 5th inning. I was so frustrated that the Dodgers were losing by one . Like always my Dad found a way to cheer me up and he said, “Dont worry son were gona win like always “. Those words always cheer me up when were lossing and it seems to work according to our last few games they won.

Then the first pitch of the game was thrown and the crowd was roaring. Our pitcher was throwing heat he stuck out the first two batters and the third batter grounded out to the short stop. It was a one two three inning and it was our time to start getting the bats going. We were up and their pitcher was what seemed to be unstoppable he was pitching about 80 miles per hour and we just couldn’t touch him.

With a 1-2 count and 1 out. The pitcher threw the ball, Zobrist swung, the ball blasted down the left field line, the third baseman just missing it! Zobrist hit a double and 1 run scored! This put the Cubs in the lead! Miguel Montero then ended up driving in another run later on to put the Cubs up two runs, the score 8-6!

I had just hit a homerun! My dad said as I passed by him, “Nice hit. ”I didn’t stop running though it didn’t faze me until I had got in the dugout. Everyone had congratulated me on my

The score was set 3-5 top third of the 4th inning, our 3 hole up to bat and the count being 3-1 next pitch determined if he was on base or in a full count jam. The next pitch was a ball, meaning he was walked and then took his base and this loaded the bases for me to step to the plate and bat, this was the nerve racking part of sports when your team needs you and you can or cannot deliver on the gift. I had one pitch and the ball was flying further and further until it hit the ground right at the foot of the fence and I was running and the ball was being relayed back into first and then to third where I was running to. The ball meets my leg a second after my foot hit the bag

The umpires soon arrive and our three coaches call us over, to say “We did not try this hard and make it this far to lose, so let's go get that win boys!” my team replied with “Let’s go

In the same inning, we managed to put up two runs off of back to back doubles and a single. Even though we took the lead their offense was ruthless; they answered back with another run. Down to the seventh and final inning our starting pitcher, Marshall walked back out there to complete the game. He allowed a lead-off walk and then a hit which made it clear he was getting tired. Our coach shuffled to the mound to meet Marshall and the next thing I knew, I was being called into pitch.

Then I ran out to the field and began pitching. It was the change of an inning. I went into the dugout, got my drink of my water and rested my arm for the next inning of pitching. First batter was up for our team, he got a hit. The second batter, strikes out.